Learning to forget
Tags: M/F, M/FF
Pairings: Harry/Gabrielle Delacour, Harry/ Nymphadora Tonks, Harry/Andromeda Tonks, Harry/Molly Weasley, Harry/Dorea Black, Harry/Fleur Delacour, Harry/Apolline Delacour, Harry/Lily Potter, Harry/Walburga Black, Harry/Rita Skeeter, Harry/Madam Rosemerta, Harry/Narcissa, Harry/Lucius's Mother, Harry/Daphne Greengrass, Harry/ Perenelle Flamel, Harry/Hogwarts students.
1. An amorous veela
Hello, and welcome to my new story. A story where a travelled past Harry Potter with Amnesia couldn't help but get into tight spots with even tighter witches. With plenty of fights, suspense and of course, lovemaking, you are in for a thrilling ride. So, hop on.
Dammit! He should have just ran away for his mission!
Harry Potter thought that glaring at the couples dancing without a crease of worry. His grimace increased, especially looking at the table he was sitting for the last couple of minutes—to the indignant old Doge trying with all his might to defend the headmaster and Ron's old aunt shredding those arguments without mercy.
"Get going, Barry. I would like that eggnog before death knocks on my door." Aunt Muriel's wheezing reached his ears, and he gave a jerky nod.
As if he was coming back to her table…
Dumbledore's eye-opening past wasn't a thing that he should worry about. Harry told that to himself. He would rather remember his grandfather figure as a kind, old man; maybe a bit eccentric but not insidious. Certainly not when all of his future plan hinged on the headmaster's carefully laid out plans.
And the more he learned about Headmaster's youth, the more he would question the old wizard's decisions. Decisions regarding his future.
And the past… The whisper from his conscience was alarming. After all, headmaster's sister's upbringing had frightening similarity with his. One vilified for not having magic, another for the abundance of it.
And both overseen by the Headmaster.
Shaking his head and expelling those troubling thoughts, Harry Potter sidestepped Luna and her dad, both murmuring about some ministry conspiracy or something. The table laden with drinks was at the other side of the canopy and, keeping his head down, Harry went toward it. Maybe a pint of firewhiskey would wash away the revelations?
The bunch of redheads were in their elements, writhing and hollering, giving him the glimpse of the rowdy bunch that Weasley's extended family could be. The realization that Ron's family was most probably the tamest of the lot almost made him snort. Though Fred and George seemed to fit right in with them.
Extra careful now to not bump into the merrymakers and get dragged into the mess for his red hair, Harry glanced around nervously. Bill was looking ecstatic, looking spiffy in a maroon suit. And he should be with the woman in his arms. Harry tried not to peek at Ron's parents, having never seen Mrs. Weasley covered with so little fabric. A dolled up Ron's mother's resemblance to the actress in Dudley's hidden cache of DVDs were…certainly thought provoking.
And the only witch who was competing with Mrs. Weasley for dragging every wizard's eyes looked comical, dancing with her husband, who was almost a foot shorter than her.
A wry snort escaped him. At least nobody could accuse veelas of being superficial—with Fleur tying the knot with a man whose face was messed up by a werewolf and now her mother with someone that Harry would have thought was beneath the voluptuous woman's notice.
Not that it was any of his business.
His eyes went past them, and he did a double take, feet stumbling to a halt. His busty little girlfriend (or was it ex?) swayed with a buzz-cut wizard with brows that could be used as a ruler. Harry's lips curled, nostrils flaring at the way the famous quidditch superstar, Victor Krum, pawed at Ginny's tight rump.
That bastard! Encroaching on his turf!
That monster in his chest awoke after a long slumber and Harry had a hard time coercing it to placate. An angry snarl threatened to drag the nearby couple's gaze to him. The Bulgarian's lecherous gaze rested on the blushing redhead's cleavage, with Ginny to flush with elation to realize the bastard's intention.
Where the fuck was Ron?
His eyes searched for his best mate and his anger rose seeing him shielding Hermione's body with his lanky frame, periodically glancing back at his sister but still not interfering.
That bloody moron! Protecting his own interest by sacrificing his mate's.
To fuck with this disguise! It would be scandalous and unjustifiable why a Weasley cousin would deck the famous seeker but bloody bullocks if he let that cunt touch Ginny like that.
She was mine! Mine to touch and kiss!
If it wasn't for Dumbledore's mission, he would have been still with Ginny, that he was sure of. And as he planned to get back with her after destroying those darn trinkets, it was technically his right to protect his girlfriend's virtue.
Damn the consequences!
He had barely made up his mind when a soft hand clasped around his arm, making him jump.
"People are staring," a melodic whisper floated in his ears. "You should cut down all that glaring, 'Arry."
"Gabri…I…uh." Harry found himself tongue-tied, the crystal blue eyes of the bride's sister arresting his attention. "Sorry, I think you are mistaken. Name's Barry. Barry Weasley."
A thin blond eyebrow arched at his lie, and Harry cursed himself for almost calling her by name. Had the Delacours been told about his disguise?
She started dragging him toward one of the entrance of the canopy and Harry was too stunned to mount a resistance against the blond beauty.
"Wait, Ms. I shouldn't be going outside." Harry said, grimacing when one half-bald Weasley male winked at him, grinning like he had won some kind of lottery. It didn't take long to realize what a veela dragging a young man outside would look like to the bystanders. "I think people are getting the wrong idea."
Only when they were almost at the brink of the exit did Harry turn around. And was greeted by the horrible image of Krum and Ginny in a passionate embrace, lips glued to each other.
"Do you really want to announce your identity to the entire party for a witch who jumped into another wizard's arms just days after breaking up with you?"
The wind of indignation cut off from his sail.
-oOo-
Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin sipped the chilled butterbeer, rolling her eyes at the two gossiping witches upfront whose girths were threatening swallow the chairs they were resting. By the faded orange mixing with the sporadic gray crown over their head, she hadn't needed a second guess about which family they belonged to.
She would have found their jealousy funny any other time, especially the way they were disparaging Molly, but not today. Sitting at the back with these jealous bints wasn't what she had imagined while invited to Bill's wedding. Neither had she excepted the empty chair beside her.
Feeling the brown locks falling in front of her eyes taking a red hue, she quickly stopped herself from thinking about the man who was supposed to occupy the chair.
"Please Dora, I would rather not go, with the full moon so close." She mimicked her coward of a husband under her breath, causing the pair in front to swivel and glare at her.
"What?" She glared back, causing them to splutter before they huffed.
Tonks sighed, anger draining from her body. That wasn't how a woman in her seventies should act. She reminded herself. Patting the drab beige robes over the thin frame that she was impersonating for the night, the young auror cursed her husband one more time for being so lame.
She had even forgiven Remus when their marriage was done with no fanfare and guests, with her mother's disappointed frown still etched in her mind, but avoiding coming here with such a stupid excuse…
Full moon was still four days away, for Merlin's sake.
Oh, what she wouldn't give to be joining the flock with her husband…She stared at the dancing couples wistfully.
Or any other guy, for that matter. Some dark part of her mind supplied.
A movement around the corner caught her eyes, and she squinted. A chubby redhead wizard was dragged outside by a blond and her eyebrows raised when she realized it was a member of Fleur's family.
Wonder what was special about the guy?
The thought hadn't even crossed her mind when her spine stiffened. Wasn't that Harry under polyjuice? She clearly recalled doing away with that stupid muggle's hair while that fool was busy gawking at her enhanced assets.
Why was Fleur's not so little sister dragging the boy-wonder outside?
She wished she could just let the teenagers be themselves, but the order's only known job nowadays was guarding the prohesized hero and she couldn't be remiss in her duty. Not when someone among the guests could have connections with the other side.
Pushing aside her drink, she stood surreptitiously, looking at the other order members to see if they had noticed anything.
Every bloody else were too busy with their business. Arthur could be forgiven with Molly dressed like that and Bill was one step away from drooling at his good fortune, but the others should be more vigilant about their mark venturing outside. Mad-eye would have tanned their hide if he could see… Her throat constricted.
Grouching inside at their carelessness, she went outside the canopy, following the pair who had already reached the tree-line marking the Weasley orchard.
Her flat pumps dragged over the dewy unkempt grass, the squelch sounding way too loud without the bustle of the tent. A wave of her wand solved the problem.
Now, invisible and under a silencing ward, the disguised auror reached the treeline, ears peeled.
A repeated thump against a tree invoked some naughty images in her mind, but peeking from behind a thick birch trunk, she chanced across Harry, trying to curve his knuckle into a tree.
"Non! Stop that, 'Arry!" Gabrielle tried to pry the wizard from his mutilation, but to no success. "That stupid girl isn't worth it."
Who were they talking about?
"Damn that fucking Krum!" Harry cocked his hand back and let loose a vicious punch; fracturing the bark, blasting off a few strips.
The blond finally dragged Harry back, rubbing his hand and cooing unintelligible sounds that were hard to make out from her position.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have been adamant about breaking things off." Harry shook his head. The action seemed odd on the imposter's face. "If only I didn't ask her to move on…"
"Don't do that." Gabrielle said, "My sister told me you like to take all the blame on your head, but not this time. You didn't ask her to play tonsil-hockey with a guy just two days after you broke up."
"But if I wasn't…"
"Stop!" Gabrielle glared at the wizard, crossing her arms. "She knows what you have to do. What you need to do. Still, she betrayed you like that." The blond suddenly appeared unsure, looking at Harry from behind her eyelashes. "I would have waited my entire life if my boyfriend went on a mission to kill the dark lord."
Tonks whistled with a grin, wishing that she had brought a bucket of popcorn. After all, there was no greater entertainment than teenage angst.
The disguised wizard was stunned, gaping at the blond who was shuffling nervously on her feet.
The awkwardness dragged on before Harry gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I guess your boyfriend would be a lucky son of a bitch then."
"Well, I wouldn't know." The blond replied, twirling her silvery locks. "I have saved myself for someone special."
Tonks tittered, seeing Harry shuffle on his feet. It must be hard, facing an amorous veela's attention head on.
"Well, Gabb—" Harry stuttered to a halt, hunching slightly, making alarm bells blare in her head. Tonks was about to rush there when a rapid transformation took place in front of her eyes, with the wizard in the clearing shooting up; the carrot top in his crown turning pitch black. The darkish robe on the chubby body stretched across the broad shoulder, turning an average young male into an extremely good-looking green eyed hunk.
Even the young witch enjoyed the change by the way her oceanic eyes feasted across the panting wizard's body.
"Shit! I forgot to take the potion." Harry Potter, now in his original form, rummaged through his robes' pocket before flashing out a small vial. But the veela was having none of it. She snatched the vial out of his hand before chucking it away, where a crinkle of broken crystal followed as the container collided with a tree trunk.
"Gabrielle?" Harry asked, mouth agape. "How am I going to go back there?" He pointed to the brightly illuminated canopy.
"And see your ex-girlfriend glued to someone else?"
"But…"
"Actually, you might miss them by now. I doubt she hasn't already dragged Krum to her bedroom."
A snarl marred the handsome wizard's face. His fist balled by his side and he seemed that close to race back to the tent.
"What do you want, Gabrielle? Why did you drag me here?"
"C'mon Harry, you needed to get away from there. Needed to get away from your cheating ex and her cheating ways." Gabrielle said, backtracking a few steps and taking a deep breath. "And also to give you something that would make you forget all about Ginevra."
"I doubt seeing them like that would be that easy to forget." The young wizard sounded despondent. "But thanks anyway. You really don't need—GABBY!"
Harry's shout was warranted as Tonks herself had choked when the silvery-blond, with a swift motion of wand, had made her figure-hugging golden dress pool around her feet. Now as a metamorphmagus, getting jealous of others' beauty was a foreign concept to her. She could just take any form and shape, rendering those insecurities that normal witches feel in their daily lives obsolete. But she doubted she could copy the girl in front of her.
Sure, she could take the perfect shape of her body. But how would she make the blond of her hair glisten like liquid mercury? Or make her breasts that large and perky without making them look fake? Or the glow that seemed to emanate from her every pore, aquamarine eyes glinting, making her unnatural beauty appearing a gift from the gods?
In that moment, the feeling of hatred that witches rear in their hearts for these beauties made perfect sense.
"W…what are you doing?" Harry asked, spellbound, having trouble keeping him away from the young witch.
"What your girlfriend should have done all along." Gabrielle sauntered to the stunned wizard, who was standing as if the roots of some tree had bound his legs to the ground. "Not every girl is as stupid as Ginevra." Saying that the blond kneeled in front of the tall wizard, hands fishing for his trousers.
"Wait, Gabby! I planned on getting back with Ginny after…" Harry trailed off, hesitating. "After the war."
"Really? You want to get back to her after what she did?" Even though Harry did lip service about his intention, he didn't protest when the blond's dainty hand snapped open the button of his trousers. "Can you really trust her in your absence?"
"I…"
Fleur's sister took hold of the trouser and slowly dragged it along with the gray boxer-shorts that were peeking under the snug pants.
"Won't you rather be with someone who had saved herself for only you from the day you rescued her from those sea monsters?" Gabby bit her lips, looking up at the wide-eyed Harry with reverence. "My sister had a dozen lovers at my age. But me…"
Nymphadora Tonks grinned at the new information. Fleur was a close friend of hers and the information would be good teasing material when she next meet the new bride.
Realizing what was about to happen inside the orchard, Nymphadora hesitated about continuing to spy on the couple. She didn't want to see a just adult witch having so much fun while she would be going back to her empty apartment and her absent husband. No point in torturing myself…
"I will never betray my savior, 'Arry. I will always worship the ground you walk up—UMPPH!"
Thwack! Flop!
Tonks stumbled on her feet, almost tasting the grass. She looked upward toward the moon, then back at the clearing. Was she seeing things?
"How can this be so enormous?" Tonks agreed with the shrill voice.
The slithering moonlight flashed across a huge fleshy trunk resting upon the veela's stupid face, the thickness almost shadowing the blond underneath. Tonks rubbed her eyes, blinked and rubbed again. Still not dreaming.
She was still disbelieving, hardly believing that the young man she had seen brood over for the last few years was carrying a trouser basilisk inside his pants. Is that why he always wore those massive second-hand cast offs?
Oh, man…if only she would have known about this… All those days and nights guarding the wizard after his fourth year and sitting inside a smelly invisibility cloak while doing nothing. They could have had so much fun…
Her body took its original form. No. It actually lewdifed itself; her usual c-cup expanding into a F cup, testing her bra-cups tensile strength. Her toned ass bulged outward, shaping into shelves of pillows similar to what her mother lugged around. Tonks tried, tried so hard to remind herself of her married status, tried to remind the face of her husband that she had pursued against the entire world; but her subconscious was stubborn, refusing to budge on the issue, making herself as much appealing as possible. For what she dared not to think.
Gabrielle used both of her hand to lift the enormous log of her face, her dainty fingers enclosing around the middle of the panty-moistening length. The blond sniffed before her tongue flashed out and she lapped at the purple round dome that looked like the blunt end of a hammer.
A hammer for hammering. A hysterical giggle left Tonks's lips, and she rubbed her neck, her thighs rubbing together.
Damn! She really should make herself scarce.
"Mmmmm…" Gabrielle moaned, the reverence in those blue orbs somehow increasing tenfold. "I love you 'Arry!"
"Fuck Gabby! No girl had said that to me." Harry grunted, hips pushing forward as he tried to force the perfect pink lips of the veela to spread around the cock-head.
"Not even Ginevra?" Gabby stopped her licking for a second.
"No." Harry answered with no hesitation.
"I always knew she was stupid." Gabrielle said that, tugging the foreskin down. The musty smell of a hung cock reached even to Tonk's position, making her unintentionally gulp. "I will say it every day, if you like?" The veela smiled up coyly.
Harry nodded stupidly, as if he couldn't believe his luck. But Tonks knew that the lucky one was the little blond slut on her knees, not Harry.
Gabrielle's hands picked up speed and with no hesitation she opened her mouth in a wide 'O' and swallowed the head of Harry's cock.
"MMMPHH?" The blond's cheeks bulged, eyes widening when thick inch after inch went inside her mouth. Only one third inside and the monstrous cock seemed to hit something in the back of her throat, and she retched.
"HHHCCCKKK!" Spluttering and coughing, she leaned back, the wet length that was inside her gob glistening like a glazed popsicle.
"By the goddess, I always knew you were special, 'Arry." Gabby's hands flew over the length, spreading the spittle like it was a kind of lube. "But even I hadn't imagined…"
You and me both. Tonks cursed herself for not taking a better notice of the famous Hero.
"I'm not that special."
"You are!" The blond veela looked adamant to prove that.
Taking a deep breath, she hollowed her cheek and went for the second time for a taste.
"GAKKKH! GAAAKKKH! HAAKKKHH!"
Tonks' nipples rubbed painfully against the fabric of her bra, an itch developing in her cunny that might make her do something regrettable.
Harry gently patted the blond in her head, running his fingers through the silky tresses. His face was upward, eyes squinted as he panted, as if thanking the moon goddess for sending him her blessing.
The blond's little hands tugged and mauled the most of the length still outside of her gob, a wet flapping sound increasing the more drool and spittle dripped from the chocking veela.
Tonks lost the fight with herself, one hand going inside her robes, spreading her lace panties aside. Her fingers thickened like Italian sausages and she shoved two of them in a single thrust. Her other hand mauled the indents of her nipples over her robes. A muffled gasp escaped her lips after her thumb rubbed against her clit accidentally.
"Gabbi…So good. Your mouth feels so good and hot."
Harry's encouragement spurred the blond, and she seemed to double over, trying to and still falling to take anymore of that massive bitchbreaker inside her mouth. Her lips were squashed; tears running freely and eyes wide. Tonks grumbled inside at the amateur. The little slut was going to knock herself out as she wasn't breathing properly to take a cock so huge.
If only she could teach Fleur's little sister…
No. She shook her head, fingers stalling inside her cunny. She was married, for Merlin's sake. She couldn't be thinking about playing with another wizard's cock. Even if it was the biggest and the mightiest or the juiciest of all she had ever laid eyes upon. Yes, she should go back to the party, then to her apartment and wait for Remus to get over his brooding and come back and shove that not-so-spectacular dick inside her and pump for two minutes and then go to sleep. That was the fate of the only witch who could turn herself into anyone's fantasy with just a thought. A fate that she had chosen for herself.
But damn it, why were there so much rumors about werewolves and what animals they were in beds and the main reason the wizards hated them was because they were fearful that those animals were going to steal their wives.
And stupid her, thinking Remus's reluctance to have sex was before marriage was because his apprehension about her well-being. It was a good thing their bedroom had so little light the night of their marriage. She hadn't been able to stop herself from gasping while Remus shed his garments. And it wasn't a gasp of pleasant surprise.
"HACCKKKKKK!" A wretched cough from the clearing dragged her mind from her underwhelming marriage night and her eyes narrowed.
Gabrielle was a minute away from knocking herself out, leaving Harry all high and dry in his sexual encounter. Maybe it was even his first blowjob and having such an awful experience the first time could forever taint his idea of sex, making him miserable and apprehensive. And what if such an incident downed his morale to such a degree that he lost his will to fight the no-nose-mort?
What would be wizarding world's future?
She couldn't let that happen. Couldn't let the only savior of the wizarding world have a mental breakdown because of a virgin girl.
Tonks sighed, coming to a decision. She would have to take the reign of the encounter. Sure, as a married woman, it wasn't exactly ideal, but some deeds were more important than her wedding vows.
Surely Remus would understand…
She waved her wand and vanished her bra and panties, her hair lengthened to her hips, a bright violet. Harry seemed to enjoy running his hand through long hair. Another wave and the silencing and the invisibility charm wavered away.
Don't worry, kiddies. Here comes Tutor Tonks.
